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My wife’s nose
I walk in, I sit down, a good ten feet away from my wife.Â
Girl (turning to our daughter): Your Dad just had an orange.Â
Me: How do you do that?Â
Girl points to her nose.Â
Me: I could be standing within ten feet of a turd and still not be sure that it was there unless I laid eyes on it.Â
Dog: I can attest to that.Â
Itty-Bitty: Me too.Â
At Grandpa’s house
Itty-Bitty: Look! TV Remotes!
Girl: Don’t play with those.Â
Old Grandpa: It’s OK. I have others.Â
Me: How many do you have?Â
Old Grandpa: I don’t know, ten maybe? They all do slightly different things. She doesn’t have the good remote anyway.Â
Me: For they were all of them deceived, for in secret, Dad had forged a master remote. One remote to rule them all, one remote to find them. One remote to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.
Old Grandpa: Do they sell a remote that would help me find the other remotes? Because that would be really useful.Â
5 AM
Itty-Bitty (via the monitor): OK! I’m up! Everybody up!
Girl: Good lord! What time is it?
Me: 5 AM.
Girl: Why is she up so early?Â
Me: We set the clocks back last night. She isn’t used to it, and she’s waking up at the usual time.Â
Girl: So we’ve been clock-blocked?Â
Me: I assume the memory of that witty remark will keep me company while Tabby and I watch cartoons and wait for the sun to rise.Â
Girl: I need my beauty sleep to keep my humor razor sharp.Â
Me (getting up): I would come up with a good reply but I’m too physically exhausted.Â
Itty-Bitty: Yo! Big people! Up and at em!
Halloween
Dog: Hey! Why am I trapped back here?
Me: Because we don’t want you barking at the trick-or-treaters.Â
Dog: But tonight is my big night! The kids! The fun! The barking at everyone like a loon!
Me: Yeah, we’re skipping that. You’re celebrating Halloween tonight by taking a nap in the bedroom and not scaring some four year old dressed in a vinyl iron man costume.Â
Dog: You may not find the Great Pumpkin in your pumpkin patch next year Linus, but I promise you that you will find a dog turd.Â
Me: Stop.Â
Hallowe’en
Itty-Bitty: THAT WAS SO MUCH FUN DAD!!!!!
Me: Thanks!
Itty-Bitty: Did you know they give out candy! I had no idea!Â
Me: I’m glad!
Itty-Bitty: I AM NOT SURE WHY, BUT I FEEL LIKE RUNNING AND CRYING AT THE SAME TIME! OH MY GOD! FREE CANDY!!!!
Me: It’s Okay sweetie!
Itty-Bitty: ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Dog: How many houses did you go to?
Me: Four.Â
Why is it Always Like This? (part 2)
Itty-Bitty: OK, so I get that for SOME reason you don’t want me to play in the litterbox...Â
Me: Yes.Â
Itty-Bitty: And from what I gather the can of flea powder is forbidden too?
Me: Uh-Huh.
Itty-Bitty: And in general anything sharp and pointy is considered verboten?
Me: That’s right.
Itty-Bitty: Then what exactly can I play with!?!?!
Me: Any one of the fifteen hundred toys in the house.Â
Itty-Bitty: Oh, why must you stifle my creativity, old man!?
Me: What do you say we go build a bridge out of blocks.Â
Why is it Always Like This? (part 1)
Itty-Bitty: I love playing in the sandbox.
Me: That’s the litterbox. You can’t play with that.Â
Itty-Bitty: How about this? Can I play with this?
Me: That’s poisonous.Â
Itty-Bitty: How about this?
Me: You’re about to commit Harikari.
Itty: Jeez are you uptight! Fine, I’ll play in the tub! You can watch me, I’ll even get clean! How about that?!?
Me: You’re sitting in the toilet bowl. Â
Cat Grifting
Girl: We got a letter in the mail.
Me: An actual letter? What does it say.
Girl(reads):
Deer Mom,
U don’t no mee, but ur dog is aktually my dog. I lost hem yeers agoo and I lov hem. Plees leev hem tyed to the stop sign. I weel pick hem up.
Sinseerly,
Not the Cat
P.S. Hav Dad rite more Dog Blogs about the cat. He is the funny one.
Cat: Seems legit.
Getting Ready For Bed
Girl: How was bath time?
Me: In the last 30 minutes Tabitha has had a poo in the tub and let the dog lick my toothbrush.Â
Girl: Sometimes the dog blog writes itself!
Me: I know! The hits just keep coming!
Cat: If it helps, I also lick your toothbrush sometimes while you’re asleep.Â
Turning Eleven
Handsome and Tall: Happy Birthday Bro! You finally made the big time! Your own cell phone!
Handsome and Small: Thanks! I already had a tablet and a computer, but now I feel I’ve finally arrived.Â
The phone rings.Â
Handsome and Tall: Hey, it looks like Dad’s calling you.Â
Handsome and Small: Yeah, that’s totally going to voicemail.Â
Keeping the Kid Out of the Sandbox
Me (Taking the pooper scooper away): Let me take that.
Itty-Bitty: I was trying to help! I was going to scoop the litter box!
Me: Someday, when you’re older you will get to scoop the litter box.
Itty-Bitty: When is that?Â
Me: About ten years after the idea has lost it’s appeal.Â
Itty-Bitty: I will add this to my growing list of things I will one day prove you wrong on.Â
Dog: Dad, if you need someone to help clean out the litter box, I’d be happy to step-
Me: You on the other hand, will never be old enough to scoop out the box.  Â
The Night Terror
Itty-Bitty: What are we doing tomorrow?
Me: Your Mom has a quilt shop she wants to go to, and I was hoping to go apple picking.
Itty-Bitty: I thought instead I could wake up screaming like a Banshee around midnight, and then after forty-five minutes of caterwauling, I will finally collapse in a blubbering mess and we’ll watch cartoons until you are actually physically too tired to carry me to my bed.Â
A pause.Â
Itty-Bitty: How do you like them apples?
Me: I do not like them apples.Â
The 4 most frustrating words in the English Language
Girl: The Baby is Crying.Â
The Weekend
Me: We’re back!
Cat: Where have you been?
Me: We went away for the weekend. We had two shows. At the first show I got to fly in a real biplane, and in the second show Tabitha won the costume contest. It was probably one of the greatest weekends of my life. What did you do?
Cat: Slept.
Me: That isn’t a very productive way to live your life.
Cat: You’re jealous, aren’t you?
Me: I DON’T REMEMBER THE LAST TIME I WASN’T TIRED.
Cat: You could celebrate your productive weekend by cleaning out my box.
Out with My Sons
Handsome and Tall: What do you want to do today? Me: There’s a movie I’d like to see. Do you mind if we go to see a sixty year old movie? Handsome and Tall: I guess not. What’s it called? Me: Rebel Without A Cause Handsome and Tall: What’s it about? Me: Teenagers. Handsome and Tall: Is that the one where the kids are locked in the library? Me: That’s the Breakfast Club. Handsome and Tall: Oh, sorry. Me: That’s all right, we’ll get to that one too.
My Wife and Kids Part 5
Handsome and Small: Felix, Dad is taking Finn and I back to Massachusetts. We just wanted to say- Me: Thanks for having us. Handsome and Small: Thanks for having us. Girl: It’s been very nice having you. Handsome and Small: Thanks. By the way, can I have some of that juice you’re drinking? Girl: I’m sorry, but you can’t. Handsome and Small: Why not? Girl: It’s a mimosa.